Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 6 

Even though Sullivan knew that the old lady did this on purpose, he still glanced at Megan 

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Megan n wasn’t there to join him in feigning affection, After chatting with the old Indy for a while, she stood up. “I’m going to make some cake. 

After she left, the old lady’s smile faded, and she leaned back in her chair.“Sullivan, what’s the deal with that Cressida? it’s one thing to look after her, but to set off fireworks oversteps the boundaries. Be careful, or your wife might get jealous and give you hell.” “Pay more attention to Megan’s family: don’t act as if it doesn’t concern you.” 

“If you keep being this distant she might leave you.” ⠀ 

Sullivan muttered a few noncommittal words, sidestepping the question of the fireworks–probably it was Blanca’s doing! 

After chatting for quite a while, Megan came over with the cakes she had made. 

Sullivan glanced at her, even after doing housework, Megan’s clothes were still neat and smooth, and she looked dignified and beautiful–every inch the epitome of a lady of high society 

For a moment, he felt somewhat dull and uninterested. 

But Heloise was very pleased. After tasting the dessert, she got straight to the point, “Sullivan, you’ll be 30 in a couple of years. All your childhood friends are already juggling two kids. When are you going to give me a great–grandchild?” 

Megan remained silent. 

Sullivan glanced at her and picked up a piece of cake, lightly fiddling with it. “Megan’s still young. Let her have fun for a couple more years.” 

dy knew the score but chose not to spell it out 

The old lady 

They had dinner at the Lowry Mansion, and by the time they headed back, it was quite late. 

Sullivan buckled his seat belt and glanced at Megan, who was looking out of the car window, her delicate profile illuminated by the soft light. He watched her for a long moment before gently pressing on the accelerator 

The black Bentley cruised smoothly, streetlights flashing by in a blur. Sullivan clearly wanted to talk about something, hence the unhurried pace 

About five minutes later, Sullivan spoke up softly, Tomorrow, I’ve arranged for someone to bring your father to the Lowry Hospital. There will be the best team of experts to treat him. And… If you need money, just tell me 

His 

tone was quite gentle, a concession on his part. 

He didn’t love Megan, and he cared about the fact that she had schemed against him in the past, but he didn’t plan on changing wives…. It would cause too much trouble for his life and for the stocks of the Lowry Group.  S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He was used to her, after all, 

Besides, her looks and figure were top–notch; at the very least, Sullivan found their intimate life harmonious. 

With this in mind, when they reached a red light, Sullivan glanced at Megan again, 

Resting his hand on the steering wheel, he continued, “Bianca won’t be coming to the house anymore. Keep those jewels to yourself; I’ll make it clear to her.” 

Megan listened quietly. 

was strong. 

The air conditioning in the car was 

and she hugged her arms to herself to keep from shivering 

Having been married to Sullivan for three years, she knew him well enough to understand that his concessions were indeed generous… Logically, she should be grateful, but she wasn’t! 

He had said quite a lot and made concessions, but he hadn’t mentioned Cressida at all, which meant that if she accepted his arrangement, Cressida would still be a part of their lives… there would be no change. 

Megan was tired; she didn’t want to be trapped in a loveless marriage. 

She declined softly. “No need, the doctor currently treating my father is quite good.” 

Sullivan heard her message, she wouldn’t accept his kindness and insisted on divorcing. A flash of anger crossed his face. “Megan, don’t forget the prenup we signed. If we divorce, you won’t get a dime.” 

“I know!” she replied swiftly.” 

11:10 

Having run out of patience, Sullivan stopped talking to her. 

Twenty minutes later, when the car pulled into the driveway of their villa, he slowed to a stop and told the security guard, “Close the gates well; don’t let a single fly out” 

The guard, puzzled, was about to ask a question. 

But Sullivan had already driven off, parking the car on the villa’s forecourt moments later. 

As the car stopped, Megan unbuckled her seat belt and was about to get out of the car when, with a “click“, Sullivan locked the car 

doors.